foamed
U hav my sh0es and my heart! -sanya aka redcordialfizz
JMA sure knows how to throw a party. Foamplay was loads better than Caged Heat. We made like pieces of clothing in a giant washing machine-- swirling, slipping, tugging, grinding, sliding, losing flipflops and sandals and our sanity.
Wow.
Dripping wet and soaking in bubbles always makes dancing more fun.
You know that it's been a great party when towards the end of the night, you see redcordialfizz hugging the toilet bowl (and the trash can) while saying over and over and over again "Hanson fans rock" as you try to keep her hair off of her face.
You know it's been fun when notcheesyenough is passed out on the couch, oblivious to everyone. Heehee. =)
You know it's been fun when you're sliding barefoot from one point of the bar to another, looking for someone's missing phone, missing bag, missing camera and missing sandals, a bottle of Mike's Hard in one hand and your phone on the other as you frantically try to contact the missing phone.
You know it's been fun when you're out of cigarettes because they all got wet and you had to bum a stick from a total stranger.
But real validation comes in the form of seeing the whole bar floor covered in white fluffy foam, watching the foam course its way down the steps (where a little girl was sitting, head in hands, barefoot and wasted) on to the sidewalk. Surreal. Too bad I wasn't drunk.
PS: I wanna be a Blast Ople dancer! Quarky-poo Henares rocks!
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You can't embrace a memory, or put it in a jar. But I can hold on to it forever and be fucking bitter about it.
JMA sure knows how to throw a party. Foamplay was loads better than Caged Heat. We made like pieces of clothing in a giant washing machine-- swirling, slipping, tugging, grinding, sliding, losing flipflops and sandals and our sanity.
Wow.
Dripping wet and soaking in bubbles always makes dancing more fun.
You know that it's been a great party when towards the end of the night, you see redcordialfizz hugging the toilet bowl (and the trash can) while saying over and over and over again "Hanson fans rock" as you try to keep her hair off of her face.
You know it's been fun when notcheesyenough is passed out on the couch, oblivious to everyone. Heehee. =)
You know it's been fun when you're sliding barefoot from one point of the bar to another, looking for someone's missing phone, missing bag, missing camera and missing sandals, a bottle of Mike's Hard in one hand and your phone on the other as you frantically try to contact the missing phone.
You know it's been fun when you're out of cigarettes because they all got wet and you had to bum a stick from a total stranger.
But real validation comes in the form of seeing the whole bar floor covered in white fluffy foam, watching the foam course its way down the steps (where a little girl was sitting, head in hands, barefoot and wasted) on to the sidewalk. Surreal. Too bad I wasn't drunk.
PS: I wanna be a Blast Ople dancer! Quarky-poo Henares rocks!
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You can't embrace a memory, or put it in a jar. But I can hold on to it forever and be fucking bitter about it.